I heard a knock on my door and I stood up.
My forehead was sweating much because I have no idea what's happening. I turned the knob shakily.
It was just Niall.
"Hey I was just going to say I'm so--" He stopped and looked at me closely. "Why are you sweating so much?"
I couldn't talk because I was scared.
I shuggred.
Niall looked at me confused.
"Man your forehead is watering." He said shocked. I just nooded. Who the fuck is this Damian?
"W-well bye b-bye." I stuttered. I was going to close the door but Niall opened it. And he was in shock once again.
"Dude, you look...horrible?" I just shrugged again. My whole body was shaking of fear.
"Please Harry, please tell me what's happening." I took a deep breath. Okay I'm just gonna tell him.
You're not going to say anything.
Fuck I'm scared, what the hell am I hearing? Am I going crazy? I looked at Niall like I have seen a ghost.
"W-why are you looking at me like that Harry?" I couldn't help it how I looked at him. I'm probably scaring the hell out of him.
If you tell him I will kill him,and you.
I furrowed my eyebrows.
I felt the knot in my stomach again and I could hardly breathe.
"H-harry?"
I walked slowly to the door and closed it and left Niall confused.
Good job asshole.
"W-who are you?"
Damian. I told you.
"W-why am I hearing you D-damian?" I couldn't talk without stuttering.
I don't know. But.
"But what?"
Go get a knife.
"W-why would I do that?"
Go. Get. A. Knife.
I nooded and opened the door.
I walked slowly to the kitchen and I noticed the boys weren't here?
I opened the drawer were the knifes were.
Take it.
I took it.
"W-what now?" I felt a tear stream down my face.
Go to the bathroom. With the knife.
I nooded.
I walked to the bathroom and locked it.
Now Harry. Take your hand out.
"I-I'm not going to do what I think your trying to let me do."
Yes you are. Or I'll kill your friends.
"But how can you do that? Y-you're in my head?"
If I can get in your head. I can surely kill your little friends.
I felt the tears running down my face.
I started to breathe heavily. I looked at the knife.
"I-I'm only doing this for the boys." I sobbed.
What ever you say. Do it.
My vision was blurry from the tears, I took the knife and I couldn't belive that was me in the mirror.
I put the knife on my wrist and still looking in the mirror.
The blood started running down my wrist as I still looked in the mirorr,
Again.
I closed my eyes from the pain. I bit my lip for stopping me from screaming out of pain.
"We're home Harry!" I opened my eyes quickly and looked at my damaged wrist.
I looked around me quick and found a band aid.
I put it on quickly and hissed out of pain when I put it on.
"Harry?" They called out. I wiped away my tears and put the sleeve down.
I looked in the mirorr I still looked terrible. Wait what am I suppose to do with the knife? I gulped.
I have to hide it somewhere.
I wrapped the knife in paper and put it in the closet where we have our towels.
I took a deep breath and opened the bathroomdoor.
